It wasn't a potion that brought you down to size, you'd feel any oily slime wherever it touched, you'd feel wherever it hit! And yet you don't feel the faintest dampness apart from your own cold sweat! There's no possible way that a potion left you small and shaking more than the absurdly mouthy leaf below your quivering hands! What unknown devilery could have afflicted you so?!
Bo-Doom!
A shapeless figure, higher than the tallest of towers, comes into a vague focus from beyond the blurred background of entwined roots and pine cones perverted into plateaus.
It's not real... None of this is real...
Yes! This is the explanation!
Not a single bit of what you see is reality, it is merely an illusion cast by this accursed forest!
You are not a morsel to even the most underdeveloped of mana wyrmling! You're not dirt beneath the most lowly of insects!
This is... This is all... An illusion...
Your crazed confidence falters beneath a single object that stems from the great unseen. In the blink of an eye...
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